So: Locatelli. Then? Locatelli. And then? Always Locatelli. Maybe. Because maybe? Because Arsenal has offered 40 million. But Locatelli, don’t you want Juventus? He wants it but Sassuolo wants the “crana”. Immediately. So what? And therefore they have not yet “spoken”: not even a phone call, a pec, a telegram, a smoke signal. Maybe they met in secret instead. Impossible, Gianluca di Marzio would have discovered it.
Then? So there are no doubloons in the chest. If there were any, with Locatelli, Juventus would have already taken Gosens and Pessina. And then this is Juve where some players govern themselves. They are “independent republics”: detached from the Empire. Like Ronaldo. Like Dybala. Like Arthur, who will have to go under the knife.
Season that was delivered to the pueblo by Dazan on certification from the League. There is a first round. The return one was built “ad minchiam”: even if lor-lords call it “spreading”.
My opinion on the “coating” of the League is similar to the one that the accountant Fantozzi Ugo had of the famous “Soviet battleship”. But the brainy brain (which is not “set”, manipulated, and who is of neutral sex) has produced yet another anti-Juve wonder: last day away in Florence. Do you know who uncorked champagne for the “spread”? The bettors. And of course the agencies “that the bets regulate.
Provided that the covid grants respite. To the bloodless coffers of the companies that call for the return of the public. And also to the Federation. Do you know what a mess (with the asymmetrical return) if Don Aurelio’s local health authorities were to get back to work? The (smeared) system could implode. For lack of dates. One is looking for one for a useless Argentina – Italy named after Diego Armando: whose zebedees do not stop breaking even in the tomb.
While Lotito now has six months to sell the Salernitana (but if he doesn’t sell it, I really want to see the Federation that exclude it from the championship) the controversy has flared up over the open bus that brought the Azzurri to Rome after the European triumph. Prefect on a war footing. And that’s okay: if every day they grind the chestnuts explaining to you that or “coviddi” (as that one said) can still do immense damage, the prefect of Rome might raise his voice. Especially if they threw a package at him.
But blaming Bonucci and Chiellini (slamming them on the front page) is not very “cool”. Gravina? They must have done everything “without his knowledge”: as usual.
Gravina has launched (with the current Italian stadiums?) The proposal for the European 2028 and the 2030 World Cup. As evidence that the proximity to Ceferin is deleterious. For everyone in general. For Gravina more.
In any case, getting off the “bus” as they used to say, which showed the Cup to all of Rome, Juventus met at the Continassa. Max Allegri is back, to the applause. Which is expected from an arduous job. Because, as they say in my lagoon: “sensa bezzi, the orbo no ‘sings“. You may be the best in the world, but if in midfield you find yourself with the pizzardone, the Welsh infirmary subscriber and the French mad horse, you have little to squeeze.
But Allegri is lucky enough to be able to count on Chiesa, on Morata, on Bentancur, on Bonucci and Chiellini, on Dybala, Ronaldo (can he count on it?) And as I see it on Federico Bernardeschi. Who got married (congratulations) like Verratti (ditto). And that will, in my opinion (since he will not be employed with Allegri as a warehouse worker) a great championship. Critics often don’t understand a sledgehammer. Otherwise Chiellini would not have been excluded from the top 11 of the European Championship. I accept bets on Bern.
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